The story of Otherside.

A seventeen year old boy named Jacob meets his (potentially insane) birth father for the first time, and goes with him on a road trip to dig up Nazi war paintings, hoping for a quick million. Or billion. Whatever works. A story about loving the ones who raised you and forgiving the ones who didn't.

To Dylan: i just miss you. - A series of texts in which she experiences depression in the most vicarious way possible, and love is just the tune playing lowly in the background. - [Trigger Warnings for: Depression, Thoughts of Suicide, Self-Harm] [Dylan is a boy, and Anabelle is a girl, to clear things up]

Hudson Ellis is good at his job. Somehow, he manages not to annoy people when he knocks at their doors and asks them to contribute to the charity he works for - instead, he gets them to sign up for sponsoring programmes and fish whatever spare change they have out of their pockets. Even the infamously tough residents of New York City are falling victim to Hudson's easy-going ways and wide smile; that is, until one woman renders him speechless with sarcastic refusals and slams her door in his face. Perhaps Hudson would be able to forget her - if it wasn't for the fact that she lives on the same floor of the next apartment over, and they both have floor-to-ceiling windows that allow for a rather generous view into each other's flats.

Writers have to get their characters from somewhere. Sometimes it's just not as simple as making them up.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, when all I really want is five.

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“Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.” ― Kahlil Gibran Once again an idea that has been mulling around in my head. Dedicated to @SilenceisPain and her awesome piece "Under Shattered Perfection" for giving me extra inspiration when thinking of this! (Although i must say mines isn't as good as hers lol) Vote,Comment, And share if you want.

Parents don't exactly realise the damage and impact that the occasional slight remarks they make can have. On the rare occasions that they realise they shouldn't have said something, they make the huge mistake of just assuming that the young ones won't remember. That the words they uttered are meaningless and won't leave an impression on their children. Sometimes, all it takes to fix it is an apology.

I will continue to add poems here, gradually.